It includes a brand new story of mine 'Bequeathed':
The male raised his head, and a gasp escaped my lips. His face was covered in blisters, pustules, and sores. Yellow liquid dribbled down the side of his misshapen nose from an ugly welt on his forehead. One of his eyes had swollen shut and his lips were fat, split, moving wordlessly from inside a dishevelled beard.
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